What I mean is the sea.
What I mean is a pale
Piano filled with rainwater.
What I mean is a box (colored blue)
And an animal of light
And air rushing through these vacant rooms.
What I mean is, I’m sorry
If things are lazy and not the same,
If I travel without my candy soup.
I no longer wish for what I cannot have,
And yet I love you,
Your being and recklessness,
The way the light strands
Itself in tomorrow,
The way that book on dreams
Seeps out dreams onto a plastic couch.
What I mean is man, I don’t believe
That oranges are not squares, that you
Are not a paper ghost, that a balloon
Of thought doesn’t clap its hands
Lightly, over the frozen summer moon.
by Noelle Kocot
published in Slope #24
Very nice poem 😀 I liked the Piano filled with rainwater, great image.
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